Chapter 18

It was almost nine o’clock before I got home. Ben and I had ran through the showers, dressed and out the door as quickly as we could. We both wanted to get home to study the play books and I wanted to have time to talk to Mom about the story she and Aunt Karen told us.

If it was a joke about pussy juice clearing up acne on a teenager’s face, I needed to know now.

I remember she told us that Bev did say later on, that Trey’s face was really clearing up, but we never heard if his acne had gone away completely. Mom was in the den when I got home and I sat down to try and get all the details from her. When I asked if the juice from a young girl really did clear up acne, she laughed and told us that her grandmother had told them that once and the only one they ever tried it was with Trey.

Mom told me again that Bev swore to her that Trey’s Face had cleared completely before his next birthday, and that his self confidence was to the point of arrogance then. Mom asked why I was interested in that story again, and I told her about what Mrs. Crenshaw had told me about her nephew. Mom said that she would talk to Aunt Karen tomorrow and ask her if she thought it may be worth the try.

I kissed Mom on the lips and went to my room, I had a lot of studying to do. I studied the play book until I thought I had most of it memorized, lay the book on the table and went to sleep.

I woke up early as I always do, needing to piss as I always do. I tried to swing my legs out of bed, but I couldn’t move them. I felt the warmth of a body on each side of me, and turned to see Bonnie on one side and Molly on the other. They each had a leg thrown over mine, and were asleep with their heads on my chest facing each other. I heard the loud thunder and the roar of a heavy rain then.

I knew that some time during the night, they had gotten in bed with me because of the storm. Bonnie had always done this since we were kids. All the times before, she would tell me the next day that she only did it because she was afraid of storms and for me not to think that she was trying to make up to me for the way she treated me! I did manage to get untangled from the naked legs and arms so that I could fumble my way down the hall to the bathroom. When I came back to bed, they had both turned over to cover most of the bed.

I decided that I wouldn’t fight this fight, although the two sleeping beauties did look inviting. Without turning on the lights I felt my way down the stairs and went into my Mom’s room, and crawled into her bed.

Mom woke up long enough to say, “Hey baby, what’s wrong.” I told her that Bonnie and Molly had gotten my in bed during the storm and had taken it over. Mom pulled me to her and I held her as we fell asleep. There was a loud boom that shook the whole house. Mom and I both raised up in bed at the noise, to see that there was no light in the house.

We heard screaming and Mom grabbed her flashlight, turned it on just as Bonnie and Molly came running and stumbling through the door.

“MOM, MOM, RICK’S NOT IN BED,” Bonnie screamed.

“Baby here he is, come get in my bed and stay with me until the storm’s over” Mom told Bonnie. Bonnie and Molly crawled into Mom’s bed and under the cover.

I curled up next to Mom and told her that I’d call Ben in thirty minutes and we would see if there was gonna be football practice.

As it turned out, we didn’t have practice at all that day, Coach left a message for the team to report at six thirty tomorrow morning. Ben and I decided we’d use the time to study some of the plays and watch more of the videos.

When the rain let up to a light drizzle, I jumped on my bike and pedaled as fast as I could over to Ben’s.

Ben opened the door for me. I asked where everyone was and he told me Megan had spent the night with one of her friends, his dad was out of town and his mom was still in bed.

We had the house to ourselves for a while, so Ben popped a tape in the VCR and we sat running the tape back and forth until we knew by heart where the receiver was going by the way he took the ball. Ben got out his play book and we went over the plays until he could tell me exactly what he was supposed to do as well as the other backs when I called a play number. Then we did the same with me, over and over we went through the play book.

“Did you get a chance to talk to Emily, Tara and Brandy yesterday?” I asked Ben. “I sure did and we all went over to Brandy’s house and called over to Riverton to talk with their cousin Will. Brandy talked to him first and asked if they were coming this weekend.

I could tell by the way she was talking to him that he wasn’t happy about coming here, but then Tara got on the phone with him and in no time, she had him ready to walk over here.

“That girl is gonna be hell on wheels,” Ben told me.

“So, you think that he and his dad are coming then?” I asked.

“As of yesterday they were, after they had talked to Will, they also talked to his dad and they were all excited about coming over for the weekend.” Ben said.

“Mom also told me that when we all went over to your house for burgers, that all of us could come back over here and swim while they had a few drinks and visited.” Ben told me.

“Wow, that’ll be great, we get to be alone with the girls and we get to see if we can loosen Will up some and maybe get his face wet.” Ben and I laughed at this.

“Mom told me that she wanted me to make sure the hot tub was cleaned and ready, some of the grownups may want to sit in it for a while.” I told Ben.

“They may just have a party of their own, huh?” Ben said laughing. I told Ben that I was supposed to meet Mrs. Crenshaw at two o’clock today after I worked out at the gym. Ben looked at me kinda funny but never said a word. I asked Ben if he had met her yet and he told me that they’ve not met, but he has seen her coming and going and waved at her.

I asked what she looked like and he told me that she looked just like an older Brandy, about the same size, same color hair, they could pass for sisters Ben said.

“Does she seem friendly to you?” I asked.

“Well, she waves at me when I wave, but she’s never spoken to me, why?” Ben asked

“Well we talked on the phone yesterday and she just seemed to be skeptical about everything, or maybe it was me she’s skeptical about.” I told Ben.

“I’ll find out today I guess, when I meet her.”

I left Ben’s at ten thirty and headed into town to the gym. Just as I got there, I ran through another hard rain shower, getting soaking wet. I went in to meet Jeri and she laughed at me as I was all rain soaked.

She went to the dressing room and got me some dry clothes to work out in.

She then took my wet shorts and t-shirt back and put them in the dryer. Jeri was all business today and we had a great workout, she pushed me on every one of the different exercises, and I pushed myself on the number of reps I did. I could tell that Jeri seemed a little nervous, or different to me in some way. I wasn’t sure what it was until we went back into her office.

There was a very pretty young girl sitting there in sweats and her red hair up in a pony tail. Jeri introduced her as Rhonda and we shook hands. Ronda didn’t look to be much older than me, but she had on a sweat shirt from SMU and I guessed that she was a student or maybe was dating a student there. I got my dry clothes, went to the dressing room and changed and then left after telling them good bye.

I had my ‘support garment’ in a small bag, as it was still wet and I didn’t want to wear it under my dry clothes.

I saw a clock on the bank sign that had one thirty. I knew that I didn’t have time to go by the house and change clothes, so I rode hard back through the still wet streets and came out on street Ben and Brandy lived on. I had no sooner turned the corner on their street, than the rain came again. I rode my bike all the way across the lawn and right up to the front door of the Crenshaw’s.

I sure hope Brandy has some dry clothes I can wear, this is the second time I’ve been soaked today, and the day isn’t over yet.

I rang the door bell and stood there with water dripping off me, running down into my shoes. Mrs. Crenshaw opened the door and just stared at me, finally I told her I was Rick Dalton, and stuck out my hand.

“Rick step in here and let me get you a towel and something to wear while we get your clothes dried.” Mrs. Crenshaw said.

“I better not come in on the carpet, Mrs. Crenshaw,” I told her. “Would it be better if I went around to the back door?” I asked.

“Nonsense, you just slip your shoes off onto this towel, and step in here, I’ll turn my back and you get those wet clothes off and put this robe on.” She said as she handed me a blue robe that must have been her husbands. I really didn’t feel this was the way to do it, but stepped in, closed the door and stripped off my wet clothes.

Wet clothes are never easy to get off, and today mine seemed like they were glued to me. I had just gotten my t-shirt over my head, which was no easy task, and had my shorts down around my knees when I saw Mrs. Crenshaw turn just enough to see me. I quickly turned to keep from exposing myself to her, stepped out of the shorts and got the robe wrapped around me.

“I’m sorry about this Mrs. Crenshaw,” I apologized.

“Don’t you worry about it, you can’t help it when you get caught in a rain storm.” She said. Mrs. Crenshaw took my wet clothes put them on the towel where my shoes were and rolled them all up and hurried through the living room with the wet bundle.

“Rick, come on back and sit at the kitchen table while I get your wet clothes in the dryer,” She told me. I followed her through the living room to the kitchen and sat down.

I got a good look at her as she walked ahead of me, holding the bundle of wet clothes out from her to keep from getting wet.

Mrs. Crenshaw had on a pair of white starched shorts that weren’t tight fitting, but when she was walking this way, her ass really pushed back and filled up the seat of her shorts good.

I sat at the table and watched her in the small laundry room off the kitchen. I could see her panty lines as she bent over to separate my clothes. Wow, those are some kind of skimpy panties she has on, I thought.

“I’m going to run them through the washer for you too Rick, then dry them while we have our talk.” Mrs. Crenshaw said, never looking back at me. She had a white tank top on and I could see the outline of her bra too as she stretched up to get laundry powder from the shelf overhead.